The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

‘No,’ this morning, sir, I say.
Colours seen by candle-light
Will not look the same by day.
‘The Lady’s Yes’ (1844)
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river.
‘A Musical Instrument’ (1862)
Straightway I was ’ware,
So weeping, how a mystic shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair
And a voice said in mastery while I strove...
‘Guess now who holds thee?’—’Death’, I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang...’Not Death, but Love.’
‘Sonnets from the Portuguese’ (1850) no. 1
For frequent tears have run
The colours from my life.
‘Sonnets from the Portuguese’ (1850) no. 8
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
‘Sonnets from the Portuguese’ (1850) no. 43
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
‘Sonnets from the Portuguese’ (1850) no. 43
Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.
‘To George Sand—A Desire’ (1844)
And the rolling anapaestic
Curled like vapour over shrines!
‘Wine of Cyprus’ (1844) st. 10
2.223 Sir Frederick Browning 1896-1965
I think we might be going a bridge too far.
Expressing reservations about the Arnhem ‘Market Garden’ operation to Field Marshal Montgomery on 10
September 1944, in R. E. Urquhart ‘Arnhem’ (1958) p. 4
2.224 Robert Browning 1812-89
Burrow awhile and build, broad on the roots of things.